Hi, I don’t know you, but I do feel very proud of you for being brave enough to take the next steps in your journey of self-discovery, whatever it looks like. It took me 37 years to come to terms with myself, to accept I’m a girl. While I’m only a week in to acceptance, I get you. I look in the mirror and see some ugly guy trying to dress up as a girl, most times. I just wanna be the beautiful sexy lady I know I am inside.

I just wanna say, too, that if, at some point, you decide HRT isn’t right for you, that’s okay. That doesn’t make you any less of the beautiful, strong young woman you know you are. And if, for some reason, you decide you are cisgendered , that’s okay too. This is your journey. Don’t let anyone tell you that you are doing it wrong.

Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’ll admit to have watching porn just to get off, but honestly, I used to think I was some pervert freak. Now… Now I realize I wasn’t wanting lustfully ogle those innocent women at the mall. I was admiring, studying. Probably trying some things out in my head. You know Amber, from Genshin Impact? I haven’t played it in a couple of years, but I kinda wanna adopt that style. Booty shorts, low cut shirt. I wanna adopt some of the stuff and styles I’ve seen, and hope I can be as pretty as they are some day. Ya know?

Oh God, as a girl who has a lot of issues with her face right now, your pictures give me so much hope.

Before I started my journey of self discovery, one of my favorite pair of socks are some (unfortunately male style) knee-high socks. Been slowly been coming to the realization that it was because they made me think that it was similar to how stockings felt. I even called them my stockings for the past year. Wore them under my jeans all the time at work, and if anyone saw them, it wouldn’t even turn heads.

Back when I was a young girl who thought she was a guy (I stole that line from Stephane Stirling, and will use it forever), I had always joked I was a lesbian, because if a girl who liked girls was lesbian, than so was I. Side note, it’s weird how your brain drops crap like that on you, and you don’t come out to yourself til you’re 37. Anyways, a year an a half ago, I realized I was bi. I have a thing for big, hunky guys, almost exclusively, on the masculine side. If it weren’t for that little self discovery, welllll… I can safely say I called myself out on that one. Even now, though I do describe myself as bi, I do have a heavy preference for feminism. At least, until I discover if my lust for women is either scientific or carnal. Kinda been coming to the realization I probably wasn’t wanting their body, I was wanting to have their body.

Sorry for oversharing…

Yeah, after I came out to my kids and started talking about gender affirming accessories, my boys came to me and asked for packers. I’m getting the terminology mixed up even in my shopping searches lol.

Yeah, I did a bit of “light” reading yesterday and binged the Gender Dysphoria Bible over a few hours, and, hoo, boy! So many things clicked into place. The lingering thoughts of wanting to be a girl, reading into occult and sex magic, and literally praying to Athena and Aphrodite to change me (God, teenage me, what more of a sign do you need), me casually wanting to, but never being able to try on girl clothes, due to growing up south of the bible belt. And more recently, me coming out as bi semi-publicly (not to previously mentioned bible thumpers though.) Me having more than a casual interest in Targets pride wear (that I missed out on cuz I’m too chicken shit). The thoughts flooding back lately about how I always wanted to be a girl.

It’s a lot for us all to process, but I’ve literally waited all my life for this. I was folding laundry just now. Looking at my clothes in disgust. Thinking about asking my daughter to borrow a pair of capris. I always hated clothing shopping cuz there was nothing for me. I kinda want my wife to take me clothes shopping, to get clothes I want, but I’m scared.

I’m scared I’m gonna go too far, and scare her away

I’m scared I’m gonna go too far and fall back into being a boy again.

I’m scared some bigot is gonna say something and crush me.

I’m scared of thinking I want to be a boy again, of being afraid to be a girl.

It’s safe being gender normative. It’s freeing being me. I don’t wanna go back to that cell. I’m scared.

Sorry for venting on you. I just have so much to say, and I don’t know how to say it, and I have nothing to say, and I’m scared to say it, and I’m scared to leave it bottled. The anonymity feels safe here. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to turn this into a blog post

Thank you. You are loved.

So she wanted to get dicked down. What’s the problem?

And the trans person leaving their home? What was their crime?

The point is that you shouldn’t be arrested for a thought crime just for dressing slutty. She wasn’t cought prostituting, she was cought with condoms and “dressed provocatively.” I feel like you only read the title.

If electrocution is lethal, mild electrocution would be sub-lethal and just make you with you were dead, yes?

Right-wing influencers are trying desperately to keep their christian userbase using Lord Musk’s Twitter, and away from Zucks shit. It’s all dumb.